Page 128 of Nodus Tollens
Once he was positioned over me, with his arms bracketing me in, he asked with his eyes this time if this was still what I wanted. If he only knew how often I imagined this. How often I thought of him pulsing inside me, filling me, making me come. Yes, I was nervous, but I knew he would be gentle. I knew he would do everything in his power to make it less painful for me.
“I want this, Hayes.” I reassured.
His throat contracted, and then, as if he remembered something, he dropped his head.
“Shit. I don’t have any condoms.”
A thought crossed my mind, but I was too nervous to see how he would respond to it. What if he only had sex with condoms? What if he turned me down? All these questions floated around in my head until a shot of courage struck me, and my mouth opened.
“I have the implant.” I blurted out. “If you want to, without… We can still.”
He tensed but not in fear.
“Blue, I want nothing more than to feel you bare, but I don’t want you to regret it.”
Regret it? Never. No way could I ever regret something like that.
“I won’t. I want to feel you just as much as you want to feel me.” Chest lifting, I grazed my breasts along his chest, causing him to hiss. I wanted to drive him mad. I wanted his hands on me like they were last time.
“Alright, Blue, let me make sure you’re nice and wet first, okay?” He started to slide back down my body, where he palmed my thigh and lifted it, leaving me nice and open for him. Then, without warning, I felt his tongue sweep along the length of me. Focusing on my hole, he lapped around it with precision before circling back up to my clit where he nibbled on it.
“Shit…” I wept as my fingers clenched his bedding and tugged. His tongue slowly did a figure eight until he finally pulled away.
“Your cunt was already drippin’ for me, Blue.” He groaned and hurriedly climbed his way back up my body. This time, he made sure to lavish my skin with wet kisses until he met my mouth. I matched his pace, not too rushed and not too slow. We pulled each other in close until I felt his hardness brush over me.
“I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can.” He whispered across my mouth as his hand gripped my inner thigh and spread me open again. “Tell me when you’re ready, baby.”
I hadn’t realized until now that I was silent. My breathing was now heavier. I nodded.
“I’m ready.”
His eyes never wavered from mine as he began to push inside. They didn’t peer down to look at my chest or close shut at the sensation of my pussy gripping him. Instead, he praised me with his eyes and words at how good I was doing.
At how well I was taking him. I couldn’t help but squeeze my walls around him as a burning feeling took over. I knew he wasn’t fully inside yet, but when I felt a pop, a cry tore through the air and caused my nails to dig painfully into his shoulders.
“Shh… Blue, it’s okay. The worst part’s over.” He took his free hand and pushed back the hair that had fallen into my face. His worried eyes scanned over me, but I forced a smile and nodded that I was okay. My pussy ached, but when he slowly pushed the rest of the way in, I was relieved that it was no longer as intense as before. Instead, a whole entirely different feeling crashed over me, and all I could think about him doing was moving.
Thrusting.
Making love to me.
He remained seated inside me, waiting and watching. Brows drawn together, neck veins and muscles bulged out, he looked seconds away from combusting. Even a light sheen of sweat covered his forehead as he breathed heavily over me.
Once the pain had subdued, I released my hold on the bed and entangled both hands into his hair. I hauled him down to my mouth, where I let my lips ghost over his in a barely-there kiss.
“I love you.” I spoke against his mouth.
I didn’t want to cry, especially now, but his reaction to my confession struck me to the core. He pulled away from my kiss, and with a look that sent my heart into a frenzy, he smiled. So wide and beautiful, he rendered me speechless.
“I love you so much.” I muttered again, and this time, he dove back in, kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. I yanked and jerked at his hair, desperately needing him to move, and when he finally did, my mouth fell open. His thrusts were rhythmically perfect. In and out, he kept his tempo at a mind-rendering pace, causing my eyes to fall back into my head with every dip inside.
“God, you feel perfect.” He praised with fire in his eyes, but this wasn’t just about the physical sensations that were, without a doubt, affecting both of us. This was an earth-shaking moment, one that shifted the entirety of everything. There weren’t sparks that flew or an undeniable need to come right away. This was real life. Instead, the connection of our eyes felt more powerful than any sparks would feel, and the need to come was growing as it should.
If there was a heaven, this would be it.
His plunges were blissful. Smooth and calculated, he picked up his pace, and that’s when I felt him hit something inside me. Whatever he hit made my breathing seize.
Holy shit.
